Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
UT,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.